Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.